Gentle hearts ring so true .
Oh placid are the so waters blue.
Distance is now but a tiny whisper.
Sunshine and butterflies draw ever nearer.
Valleys often seem so bleak and so dark.
Yet of morning whispers comes life’s little spark.
I shall not speak, nor shall I venture to need.
I will but seek the morning and rejoice in what it brings.
For as silver is to gold and as water is to wine.
Friendships born of substance are wrought in time.
So blessed are the days in the fields where butterflies play.
Blessed am I in the goodness despite my troubles…
blessed am I in all that God has to me gave.
J. Allen Wilson © 2/20/2009